[bauboywonder]

you’re either attracted to matthew gray gubler or you’re a filthy liar

[nerys2]

5.22 (possble repost?)

[bridgeoverstrawberryfields]

@peaceloveandstarrs

[nervous-tic]

SPENCER + hands

IN THE BLOOD _ 09.06 THE INSTINCTS _ 04.06

[tobias-hankel]

Everyone: Spencer is so cute and innocent 🥰

Spencer: Banned from most casinos in three different cities, plays drinking games, does shots, did hard drugs that he stole from a dead body that he killed, has extensive knowledge of BDSM, has read books about murder/death since he was at least 6, knows how to pick handcuffs, doesn’t care for authority, and relates well with serial killers 💀

[bauboywonder]

laureeeenn!! hello my dear i hope school is going well for u & i hope ur doing great! i miss u! <3

thank u sm bby!! i hope life is going well for u too!! miss u bunches <33

[bauboywonder]

happy international women's day queen! i love you🥰🥰

i’m seeing this so late but tysm i love u!!! ur so sweet!! <33333 

[all-tings-gubler]

No one:

Spencer: 😋

[bauboywonder]

can we please get the next chapter of hysteria

hi! sorry for going a bit mia with writing. i know i say this a million times but i’ve been going through a lot in regards to my mental health + school so writing hasn’t been a priority. but now that i am officially done w the semester i aim to put myself back into writing. while i make no promises i can say i will try my absolute best! i appreciate the love for my series always. thank u for sticking around <3

[mapofstars-archived]

Team TBI get together, and Spencer brings you & you all get really drunk and Spencer blurts out he wants to marry you.

content warning: alcohol

You, honestly, had never been drunk before. Drinking was never a huge interest of yours; sure, you had your occasional glass of wine or New Year's champagne, but drinking just didn't sound appealing. The blackouts, the hangover, the not being in control – yeah, not your thing.

But when Spencer reluctantly invited you to meet his coworkers – his friends – at the bar a few blocks away from his work, you agreed immediately. You had been waiting for months to finally meet them. Spencer talked about them constantly, the bubbly Penelope, serious Hotch, goofy Morgan. They were the people that kept him safe, kept him afloat. You were dying to meet them. What you didn't expect: how absolutely trashed you would get.

The ride there was like a metaphor for your increasing anxiety. Each mile closer was another level of stress. You feared they would hate you or think you weren't right for him. Spencer tried reassuring you that they already knew about you and they were more than excited, but that only made you more worried; what if you didn't meet their expectations? You weren't some ivy league graduate genius or a badass crime fighter. You were just you. You worked at any normal place and did all the normal things. You were nothing special.

But the moment you stepped through the glass doors, hand grasping onto Spencer's so tightly your knuckles were white, your anxiety settled. Everyone grinned at you so brightly you couldn't help but grin back. Even the ever scowling Agent Hotchner gave you a warm smile.

Penelope, of course, leaned in for a hug immediately, her shimmering sleeves cold against the bare back of your low-cut dress. "I've heard so much about you!"

"All good things I hope." You regretted your cliche word choice as soon as you began pulling away. "I don't know why I said that, I mean I've heard great things about you too."

The smirk on her face didn't budge. "You're adorable. We are going to be great friends."

You laughed and made your rounds, shaking hands or leaning in for a half-hug with each member. They were so welcoming and sweet, but you still swallowed with anxiety. The thing is, being around a group of profilers means not being able to hide even the most subtle or behaviors.

Emily was the first to notice. As Spencer listened to Morgan ramble on about how happy he was for him, still grasping your hand, you leaned your back against the bar and watched as she slid a tiny glass of brown liquid your way.

You quickly denied. "Oh– that's okay."

She leaned forward on her elbows to say quietly to you, "It'll help you relax."

You immediately took notice of your tensed posture, shoulders lifted unnaturally and clenched jaw. You smiled at Emily, embarrassed, and hesitantly released Spencer's hand to turn toward the woman. He briefly glanced your way, hardly noticeable and caring, ensuring you were okay before turning back to his conversation with Morgan and Garcia. You and Emily lifted your matching glasses simultaneously and downed the liquor. She was calm and composed, only making a sour face for a brief second. You, on the other hand, choked almost immediately, coughing as you felt Spencer rest his hand on your back and worryingly ask if you were okay.

You calmed yourself and widened your eyes at everyone, now watching your composure and laughing to one another. "That was disgusting," you gasped.

As the night progressed, however, Spencer took it upon himself to find a drink you would actually like, something you could sip on as he did his. He should have known better, though, because as much disdain you felt toward the thought of being drunk, you loved fruity beverages more. You chugged the first one before you ever realized. You always had this problem – when you tasted something sweet, it was gone in minutes. These alcoholic drinks – strawberry... somethings – Spencer called them were marvelous, his favorite too. Before long, you were on your fourth and the liquor was coursing through you. You started to wonder to yourself how you avoided this experience for so long, because, honestly, you felt pretty amazing. Oddly enough, so did Spencer. Against his better judgment and in compliance with Rossi's reassurance that he would watch over you guys, he kept up with you. Barely, but he did. You both had promised the other to have fun, so if you were, he had to keep his promise too.

So both felt so amazing, in fact, that you pulled Spencer into the middle of the room to dance with you. Dance. You dancing – ha! Spencer dancing. You were far too gone if this was where you found yourself. As awkward as he was, your boyfriend played along like it was nothing as you both made fools of yourselves. You see, you liked to think you looked amazing here. You felt incredible, so you must look it too. And as beautiful as you may have been dressed, your moves were... something short of subpar. But it didn't matter. You felt good and you were with the person you loved most in the entire world and you were meeting his friends for the first time and the drinks were delicious and you looked pretty. Everything was perfect.

Spencer rested his hands on your waist with a chuckle, slurring, "You're something else tonight."

"I'm having fun!" You drew out the last word, enunciating it to prove your joy, as if that were necessary.

"I can see that!" He shouted over the buzzing crowd.

You both continued your movements, odd and not in any way following the beat. Although Spencer was in no way looking any better than you, contrary to your belief on any given day, he still laughed.

"You're so beautiful," you said with a grin and a giggle.

His eyes lit up. Even drunk, every experience of you flashed through his mind. He was thankful for his eidetic memory. So thankful now. You continued to dance, and he cataloged that too.

"I wanna marry you," Spencer exclaimed.

You grinned and faced him, holding onto him as you both continued swaying back and forth. "What?"

"I wanna marry you."

You looked around you, attempting to spot any of your companions. When your eyes landed on Hotch and Rossi at your table, you wrapped your hand around Spencer's wrist and dragged him.

"What are you doing?" he questioned, trying his best not to trip on anything.

You ignored him, though, and grabbed for Penelope's purse. Maybe sober you wouldn't have invaded her belongings like this, but right now, you were on a mission. If you noticed the three men staring at you in confusion, you didn't show it. To be honest, you probably didn't. You were pretty drunk.

Finally, you pulled the small item out of the bag and whipped around to face the man behind you. He raised his eyebrows. You looked down toward your other hand and braced the pen in your dominant one. Sloppily, you wrote, marRy sPencEr.

"I don't wanna forget tomorrow."

[bauboywonder]

ahhh hysteria is so good!! you're such a talented writer!! no pressure or stress at all- but I can't wait to see where you take the series!

thank u sm!! u r too kind!! school has been so hectic but i’m sure once i get a break i can get back into the swing of posting. ty for being so patient <3

[bauboywonder]

hey guys sorry for the no update today i’ve been goin thru a bit mentally but i hope i can get another chapter out soon :) love u sry i couldn’t get it out today hope u understand

[bauboywonder]

it’s the way i keep giving myself stick and poke tattoos for me

[leave-her-a-tome]

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[museicetc-deactivated20161122]

Although Reid makes it personal, there’s still an important message here that shows Dr. Reid knows what’s up re: schizophrenia and violence

[giraffepoliceforce]

Fun fact: schizophrenics are literally less likely to commit an act of violence than someone who doesn’t experience mental illness.

We are however significantly more likely to be victims of abuse, addiction, poverty, and suicide.

Schizophrenics don’t need the media constantly telling people we’re a time bomb. We need help and patience. And hugs. And maybe some ice cream.

[psycholar]

Reblogging because the ‘fun fact’ is both true and important for everyone to know.

[doctorqueensanatomy]

This goes for everyone will mental health problems.

They’re more likely to be victims than perpetrators

But the media doesn’t like that because that’ll take the “crazy” and put it on them

[blushingreid]

!!!!!

[bauboywonder]

oh my gosh I stumbled upon your hysteria series and I finished the whole thing so fast sasdjisfj I'm addicted like emily is oops-- 🤭🤭 can't wait fo the next update!!

🥺 im so glad you like it!!! thank u for reading lovey

[bauboywonder]

Hysteria: SpencerxUnsub!Reader Ch. 9

probably the chapter u have all been waiting for ;) 

TW: swearing, mentions of drugs

previous chapter / 

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As it turns out, killing was going to be off the table — no pun intended — indefinitely.

It had been a couple of weeks since the original investigation of the Potomac Predator had launched, and while the team was working diligently to find the unsub, all roads were leading to a dead end. The case was going cold. It was at that point that you were most grateful for the rules you had in place, you never left anything behind.

The general public was in a frenzy once the news broke, but, surprisingly once JJ stated in a press release that the unsub targeted criminals, the hysteria died down. A few citizens even gave statements to the news that they were thankful for the work you did, much to the team’s dismay. It spun your mind even further.

You needed to take the edge off, but now you had managed to make another unwanted friend — Emily.

When she said she was going to find out about you, she meant it. Since the day she confronted you, you began to notice a car tailing you no matter where you went. It was like an eternal stakeout for her. You were going crazy trying to do mundane normal things to try and deter her, but nothing seemed to work. You needed Emily gone.

You didn’t want it to come to this, but you needed her away and off the case. While stuck at the station, you snuck off into the evidence locker and into the seized drugs area. You inspected the area until you found what you were looking for.

Fentanyl.

You held the syringe and carefully tucked it away into your pocket. It wouldn’t take much to slowly introduce it into her system.

Little by little you had been slipping a drop into her coffee whenever possible. It was enough to where she wouldn’t have any physical response besides some minor relaxation, but would slowly build a tolerance in her system. Then, you took it away.

She would be experiencing the typical withdrawal symptoms soon enough. In a room full of profilers it wouldn’t be hard to figure out what was going on.

Back at the BAU you sipped at your coffee, going through the more recent files when you heard a door slam. You turned your head and saw Emily storming out of Hotchner’s office. Hotchner opened the door and yelled after her.

“Prentiss!” He exclaimed. Emily didn’t turn around but continued her crusade out of the office. You turned back to your work.

Irritability. Check.

JJ rose from her desk, walking over to you. “Y/N, can I talk to you?”

You nodded and followed her out into the hallway. “What’s up, JJ?”

“What do you do when you know someone needs help but you don’t know how to say it without hurting them in the process?” She asked, sighing deeply.

“Hey, hey,” You soothed, rubbing her arms with your hands. “Talk to me, what’s going on?”

“I didn’t notice it with Reid and I still beat myself up everyday because of it,” She breathed, voice cracking. “I can’t let it happen to Emily, too.”

“What are you getting at?” You furrowed your eyebrows.

“I think Emily’s going through withdrawal.” JJ sniffled. “I just want to help but this job is so stressful, and I want her to get the help she needs.”

You celebrated internally. This is what you needed.

“JJ, that’s a serious accusation to make.” You said. “Are you absolutely sure?”

“I wasn’t at first,” She admitted. “But she’s been going through the symptoms. She’s irritable, excessively sweating, and her pupils were dilated like crazy earlier. She can’t do this on her own, Y/N.”

“I agree.” You nodded solemnly. “You need to tell Hotch. If she’s going through withdrawal she shouldn’t be at work right now, she could be extremely volatile. You’re doing the right thing, JJ. While she might not think so now, in the long run she’ll thank you for it.”

JJ swiped her eyes and breathed in deeply. “You’re right. It just hurts to think about how she’s trying to soothe her pain like this. Thank you, Y/N.”

“Of course, JJ.” You gave her a reassuring smile as she turned back and walked in the direction of Hotchner’s office.

Phase one, complete.

You knew once Emily found out what was going on she’d immediately deny it. But, one strand of hair would tell a different story. She’d be dismissed indefinitely and anything she had to say wouldn’t be credible.

Little by little your life was falling back into place.

Except that it wasn’t.

You were on the verge of being caught, you had another possible serial killer targeting you, your coworker was suspicious. All of that you could handle. What you couldn’t handle was the sight of those sad genius eyes. It tore you apart more than anything you could’ve ever imagined.

You looked over to see him deep in concentration over his work, your heart swelled watching his tongue poke out of the corner of his mouth. You knew you needed to stay away from him, but there was something within you that needed to be near him. As much as it pained you, he was your anchor that held you here.

You could’ve resigned and taken your new forms of identification and money hidden in the floorboards of your home and fled. You always kept moving, no matter what. But, you couldn’t this time. You loved him. You loved him when you weren’t even sure you could experience love. The only other love you knew for certain was your mother. How could he move into your heart so swiftly when you were so sure you no longer had one?

It was dangerous to even consider, but, would it be worth it? You noticed the darkness inside of you subsided being in his presence and that frightened you. Could you really stop killing or was the damage irreversible?

As you thought, you heard the elevator chime. You looked up to see a delivery man headed your way with a pink bouquet. You resisted the urge to roll your eyes at the thought of Nathan.

“Y/N Y/L/N?” The delivery man asked.

“Yes, thank you.” You responded, taking the flowers gingerly and setting them on your desk. The man nodded and went back towards the elevator.

You eyed the bouquet curiously. You took the notecard nestled between the pink petals.

“The wait is long, my dream of you does not end.” — Nuala O'Faolain

You furrowed your eyebrows. This wasn’t Nathan. You turned your head and caught Spencer’s eye before he turned away quickly. You took in a shaky breath, it took every ounce of self-control you had not to run in his direction.

Your reaction alone confirmed what you needed to do. You picked up your phone and sent out a quick message.

To Nathan: Hey, can we talk later?

The day felt like it went on forever.

—

You greeted Nathan with a wry smile as he ushered you inside.

“Hey, babe,” He smiled. “What’d you wanna talk about?”

“I think we should break up.” You blurted.

“Oh,” He replied, stunned. “Um, can I ask why?”

“I’m in love with my coworker.” You replied, stunning yourself. It was the first time you said that out loud.

“Well, thank you for the honesty, I guess.” He mumbled.

“I’m sorry.” You apologized. “You’re a really great guy and I’m sure whoever you’re involved with next will be even better than me.”

He nodded and you rocked on your heels in the brief awkward silence before deciding to leave. You closed the door behind you and sprinted like your life depended on it. You had to see Spencer.

You arrived at your home to freshen up before going to see the man of the hour. You ran up the steps and then abruptly stopped when you saw the genius outside your door.

“Spencer?” You asked, breathless.

“Okay listen,” Spencer began. “I know you said we needed to keep our space, and I respected that. But then, I realized that I can’t do that. I know we agreed as a team that we weren’t going to profile each other, but I’m going to. You keep people at arms length because you don’t want people to know you. I don’t know why you wouldn’t, though, because you are the most incredible person I know—“

“Spencer...” You stopped him, but he continued.

“No, just let me finish.” He pleaded. “You’re beautiful, smart, and you make me laugh like no one can. I know you’re seeing Nathan, but I can’t help the way I feel about you. I’m in love with you, but I need you as my best friend again more than anything else. I’m willing to do whatever I need to do to keep you in my life because I miss you so much it hurts. Even if you say no, I needed to tell you just in case I don’t get the opportunity again. So... there. That’s it.”

You didn’t realize that you were crying until you felt a tear fall. There were so many things that were uncertain but the one thing you knew is how much you needed Spencer.

“Can I say mine now?” You asked with a watery smile.

“Yeah, of course.” He nodded eagerly.

“I broke up with Nathan.” You stated.

“Oh,” Spencer’s jaw opened slightly. “I’m sorry to hear that.”

“I’m not.” You chuckled. “I broke up with him because I realized that I’m in love with you, too. I knew I was in love with you for awhile, but I was scared of what that would mean. But, I’m not scared anymore.”

“Oh,” He repeated. “Well, that’s good.”

“That’s good?” You asked, giggling. “That’s it?”

“Well it’s good because I can finally do this.” He replied with a smirk. He reached for you, cupping your face in his hands and leaned in to kiss you.

When your lips met you finally felt that this was exactly where you needed to be. He kissed you softly, but with more passion than you’d ever felt. Your body was filled with energy and sparks, it was exhilarating.

When you both pulled back, panting and looking into his eyes you knew. Come hell or high water, you were going to protect this with all you had.

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